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The better half of Teo McDohl's protectors has arrived in the tournament. After seeing his thunder-based companion Grenseal fail in the first round, Alen is out to prove once and for all that fire is the ultimate destructive power. His Rage Rune provides him with some decent magical punch, and as a knight, he's got a fair bit of physical prowess as well with durability to match. Of course, facing off against last season's Middle Champ is cause for concern, but Alen BEGAN in Heavy, and he'll show why, by crikey. |
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Superspy and Middle champion are a pair of titles that any one man would savor, and Nash surely will...once he's finished this season. Surely, he's not even close to that, as he gears up to take down fellow Suikoden warrior Alen. With his water rune to provide crucial healing against Alen's fierce - but limited - Rage Rune attacks, and evasion to avoid Alen's physicals after his MP run dry, Nash is set up for a painful, but not all that challenging, win. |
khaki_knight We join our battle mid-round, just as Alen has exhausted the last magical pyrotechnics he could summon with his Rage rune. Nash, his hair slightly mussed--but in no great pain thanks to his water rune--eyed his opponent warily. Alen narrowed his eyes. "I guess we have no choice!" His hand dropped to the blade at his side. "Have at thee, knave!" he shouted as he drew his blade free. "We shall finish this like men!" With a primal roar, Alen rushed forward, his blade and armor glinting in the sun, his hair flowing freely in the breeze... Nash, for his part, was unfazed. He raised his arm, and... *TING* Alen stopped short, rubbing his forearm. "Hey! Watch it--that really stings!" "Is that so?" Nash answered in a flat voice, "I would have never guessed." His sarcasm was biting. Alen grit his teeth, resumed his charge and... *TING* "You coward! Fight like a man!" Our enraged knight once again charged forward... *TING* *TING* *TING* *TING* *TING* ... The better part of thirty minutes later, Nash lowered his arm...and rapidly tried to massage feeling back into it. "Heh... Guess I am getting a bit old..." Shaking his head, he strolled out of the arena, sparing only a backwards glance to his defeated foe. "What is it with the sword-guys? All offense, no style..." Alen: 10 Jatsuya
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